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Suck It Up


Kathleen Lank

I spend life crammed against my so-called peers,
Stiff and stern, at attention,
Like an eager army recruit.

Or I’m confined to a vacuous metal cell,
Only to be expelled through a puny lever
Engraved with “PUSH / POUSSEZ.”

Or I’m mummified in a tight white cylinder,
Waiting for someone to slam me upon a greasy table
And evict me from my abode.

I bob buoyantly in fizzy Coca Cola,
My path corrupted by blocks of ice
And deformed lemon slices.

I sink slowly into the depths of chocolate milkshakes
Like a pathetic soul drowning
in icy quicksand…

My sleek perfection is destroyed
By tiny teeth marks,
And traces of excess lipstick
That interrupt
My arrow-straight beet-red barber-shop stripes.

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